The king of training starting from Sakurasou

"Do you remember the children who studied painting in grandpa's studio with me and Mashiro?"

Rita continued.

"Remember......"

"Have you noticed that those children disappear from the studio one after another every month? Do you remember when someone disappears?"

"I......"

"Mashiro probably doesn't even remember his name or face."

Mashiro's silence confirmed what Rita said.

"I only have eyes for my own paintings. Mashiro really doesn't understand anything."

"Why"

No one here could count the number of times this sentence was repeated... "Didn't I say it was Mashiro who caused it? Because I knew Mashiro, so I started to hate it.

My favorite painting, I hate it more than anything else. I don’t even want to see the canvas, easel and brush again..."

Rita's widened eyes reflected the shrunken Mashiro.

And Mashiro's eyes were full of uneasiness.

"The children in Grandpa's studio are different from the innocent children in the painting classroom. They are children who come from all over Britain and all over the world to learn professional painting and become famous painters. .”

Mashiro and Rita were like this at the beginning.

Everyone has great expressive power. Even though they are children, they are already artists. However, in the studio where only geniuses gather, even geniuses become ordinary people, because it is the first time since birth that they have encountered the competition of painting. My own better opponent, the studio is such a place.

Knowing that there will be competitors, every year there are several people who give up immediately because they can't stand it anymore, because they always thought they were special, but in the end they are not. The reality presented to children is very cruel.

However, as long as we are in the world of talents, these are all natural things, yes, they are natural, but Rita's situation at that time was a little different because of Mashiro's existence.

"That's right, no matter...

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No matter how hard we try, we can't become like Mashiro. We are completely inferior. Mashiro's eyes didn't look at us at all. Mashiro chopped those things into pieces with an invisible knife... Just living, just Children gathered in the studio to paint."

"The dreams of my peers to become painters were torn apart without any pain, just as expressionless as they are now. When I look at Mashiro's paintings, I feel like, ah, our world is different, and I feel what real talent is. .”

"Even so, I still believed in myself and struggled painfully. When I raised my head thinking that I was moving forward, I only saw that Mashiro had reached a place further ahead, as if she was the only one with wings."

The others were swallowing their saliva and looking at Rita as if they were frightened, while Mashiro listened with a serious expression. Only Ryuunosuke calmed down and looked at the computer screen. He believed that Qianliu would handle everything.

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Chapter 259: Simple Awkwardness

"I can't forgive that kind of innocence, so I hope you disappear. I hope you disappear as soon as possible. Then I will help you become a cartoonist, teach you how to use a computer, and even help you go through the procedures to come to District 11."

"All this is hoping that you will draw boring comics, be criticized as worthless, and then it will not go well. When you are physically and mentally hurt, you will know how we feel. But we didn't expect you to make a debut!"

Rita stared at Mashiro with wide eyes.

This was not at all what she expected.

"Rita, I..."

Mashiro wanted to say something, but didn't continue.

At this time, Misaki interrupted: "If you think so, why are you coming to pick her up now?"

This is a question from the bottom of my heart.

"I've said so much, but you still don't understand?"

Rita's gaze shifted to Misaki.

The emotional pressure coming from the heart is very strong, and now Rita just... has such magic power.

"Can you forgive me if I take my goals away from someone else, no matter...

No matter how much I pray, no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I long for things, I can't get them, but it's so easy to have them and yet I have no interest in throwing them away. Please tell me how I can forgive her."

"Is that the reason?"

Misaki responded unconsciously.

To be honest, it's really useless for Rita to use such words to deal with a group of weirdos in Sakurasou.

"Mashiro has what I long for, and of course I hope she becomes a more famous painter than anyone else, so that I can at least be proud to say that I once studied painting in the same studio as... Mashiro Shiina."

Rita glanced at Mashiro and continued: "Otherwise, I would not even be able to figure out what I am if I no longer write because of Mashiro. I want to recognize that I am a part of Mashiro, and I want to recognize that I have my own existence among Mashiro's talents. ,Can you understand this feeling?"

Of course, it is impossible to understand, because Misaki has never had the experience of having her dream of a serious challenge crushed. She has always been smooth sailing.

On the other hand, Rita didn't look away from the beginning to the end and faced Mashiro head-on.

She always looked directly at Mashiro's talent while drawing beside her. Because of this, Rita admired Mashiro's talent even more.

I want to catch up with her but I can't, so I hate her deeply, but I still can't completely hate her, and I can't completely give up on her talent.

This is probably because she recognizes Mashiro's talent more than anyone else.

The one who broke the silence at this time was Qianliu who had been listening quietly.

"Okay, that's it for now."

His tone remained unchanged. He was neither touched by the atmosphere nor angry because Mashiro was accused.

Meeting his calm eyes, Rita pursed her lips.

She left the dining table without saying a word, returned to Hara Qianliu's bedroom and closed the door.

"Ah, is this the end?"

Misaki blinked, confused.

Kobato and Rikka looked at each other and said the same thing.

"After eating, brother, I'm leaving."

"Go ahead."

After watching the two lolita leave quickly with their schoolbags on their backs, Qianliu looked back.